Page 132 of Brutal Obsession

“I love your cock.” A shudder ripples through her body. She lays her forehead to mine like she needs the extra support.

“Good girl.” I tighten my grip on her throat, just a little. “Enjoy it all.”

A man can only take so much provocation before he responds ten-fucking-fold.

It’s nothing to hitch my arm around Harper’s waist and roll us over. I hook my hands beneath her knees and spread her wide.

“Already?” She heaves for breath, cheeks dusted with bright spots of color. “I wanted to…make you come like that…”

“Oh, you will, honey.” I ease into her as far as I can go, smudging my own consciousness with mind-scrambling pleasure. “You always do.”

Harper and I both moan as I pull out and sink back in.

Her high-quality bed doesn’t make a sound as we move together, both of us approaching nirvana.

A short time later, we collapse on the bed, saturating ourselves in the afterglow. Tremors and aftershocks zip through Harper’s body, making her twitch beside me.

We fall into an easy silence. Later, we navigate to Harper’s palatial bathroom and clean ourselves up. I hop into the shower and yank Harper, who otherwise would’ve left me alone, in with me.

I don’t have to say it because she already knows, but I’m low-key obsessed with bathing her. My theory? There’s some kind of psychoactive drug in that bodywash she uses. Women must be immune to it, but as soon as that sweet scent gets into my nose, I can’t keep my hands off her.

Once we’re clean and dry and dressed, we migrate up to my suite. No matter where we end up having sex, it seems like we always fall asleep for the night at my place.

I pull her into me because now she’s my little spoon.

Falling in love is a metamorphosis, that’s what I’ve learned. Done right, it’s also the most life-affirming thing there is.

She snuggles deeper, her voice muffled by the pillow. “What?”

“Have you noticed that…” I drop a kiss on the crown of her head, “these days you spend almost every night in my bed?”

She nods, letting out a big breath when she’s done.

“It’s weird, right? I’ve…” She swallows. “I’ve never been this way about someone before.”

“Me either.”

This moment would be scary if we weren’t wrapped around each other like two boa constrictors. We fall back into silence for a few moments, and then Harper pipes up.

“Should we talk about why that is?” Her body tenses against mine, then releases. I squeeze her a little tighter.

What’s there to talk about?

“I think I just…love you forever.” With one hand, I rub down her side. “I’ve loved you since that night at the club, and I’ll love you on my deathbed.”

Once the words are in the air between us, the gravity of them sandbags me.Is this the right moment? Did I say the right thing? Harper’s silence throws me off, and then she rolls over to face me, tears in her eyes.

She hikes her leg over my hip, draping her arm over my chest. I roll to my left, pulling her on top of me. Our eyes meet in the dark, as they’ve done so many times, in so many ways before now.

“I love you too. Forever.” Harper sniffles, burying her head into my neck. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her in place.

I realize then—or maybe I already knew—that even if the world crumbled down around us, I wouldn’t give one single fuck.

As long as I get to havethis, nothing else matters.

My cell phone shrills on the nightstand beside me. The abrupt beginning of the ringtone causes us both to jump.

I hate getting a phone call late at night. It’s never a good thing.

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